me.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Mark inherited it, we divorced, and I got half. It was a pretty simple procedure. I have never remarried or anything.” Meghan finished speaking, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her face in the sink.
As Meghan dried her face, Elena leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. Greed, she began to think, caused and solved many of problems that the world faces today. People are driven by greed to do things they would not normally do.
“So, you think you could buy our way out of this?” Elena asked as Megan hung her towel over the towel bar on the wall.
Meghan wiped her hands on her sweats as she walked toward the doorway. “I don’t know, it’s possible . I suppose it’s worth a try. It sure isn’t going to do me any good if I’m dead. All of this is just, well, weird. I thought after Dana left…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I thought after Dana left that this would end. Or it’d never get to us. But he’s going to come back. He is. Over and over. And we’re going to have to kill him or figure out a way to stop him - or change his mind.”
“Now you’re thinking. We have to kill this fuckin’ guy. We do. You and me. Because little miss hueva over here.” Elena motioned toward Shellie. “Isn’t gonna last very long.”
“Ryan’s coming back, and he’s got one more to kill before he starts killing us ,” Elena said.
And at that moment, as the two women stared into each other’s eyes, the thought of dying – for the first time, began to become real.
CHAPTER TEN
EVER DO ANYTHING SHADY?
TEN. Entering the parking lot, Ryan made note of Ami’s car parked in the employee parking area. His heart began to race as he thought of her new hair color, and the tattoo that she had attempted to hide behind her hair. As he parked he turned down the music. Quietly, he closed his eyes, relaxed, and thought of what he may want to discuss with Ami. As he sat and relaxed, he began to think of his father and the advice he received from him as a child.
“You’ll never amount to anything but a pile of worthless shit, do you understand me?” his father asked.
“Yes, Sir,” the 11 year old Ryan responded.
“Repeat it,” his father demanded in a harsh tone.
Standing naked once again, Ryan began to whimper. He wanted to get dressed, go upstairs, and be with his mother. He didn’t want to repeat it. When he repeated it, he felt as if he would never be like the other kids. Often, he wondered how long he’d actually live before his father killed him. He was certain his father wanted to, only time and his father’s patience preventing it from happening.
“If I have to ask you one more time,” his father paused and reached into his pants pocket.
“I am a worthless pile of fat shit. I will always be worthless. I will never amount to anything,” Ryan said as he fought back the tears.
“Again,” his father demanded.
Ryan lowered his shoulders and looked at the floor. “I am a worthless pile of fat shit. I will never be…I mean I will never amount to anything. I will always be worthless.”
“When you slump, it’s apparent just how fat you really are. Again,” his father demanded as he circled Ryan.
“I am a worthless pile.” Ryan paused and began to cry. He reached up and wiped his eyes.
He bit his bottom lip, stopped crying, and began to speak again. “…of fat shit. I will always be worthless.”
Eleven, naked, hungry, tired, and humiliated, Ryan looked at the floor and cried.
“Oh Christ, Ryan. You think if you cry that God can hear you? God doesn’t listen to fat kids. God is so fucking ashamed of you. You create problems for God because you even exist on his earth. God is beyond ashamed of your disgusting fat little ass. God fucking hates you. Do you have any fucking idea how I know that?” his father barked.
His bottom lip quivering, Ryan fought back tears as he responded. “No, Sir.”
Daily, Ryan wished God would listen. He
“I don’t know what you want me to say. Mark inherited it, we divorced, and I got half. It was a pretty simple procedure. I have never remarried or anything.” Meghan finished speaking, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her face in the sink.
As Meghan dried her face, Elena leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. Greed, she began to think, caused and solved many of problems that the world faces today. People are driven by greed to do things they would not normally do.
“So, you think you could buy our way out of this?” Elena asked as Megan hung her towel over the towel bar on the wall.
Meghan wiped her hands on her sweats as she walked toward the doorway. “I don’t know, it’s possible . I suppose it’s worth a try. It sure isn’t going to do me any good if I’m dead. All of this is just, well, weird. I thought after Dana left…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I thought after Dana left that this would end. Or it’d never get to us. But he’s going to come back. He is. Over and over. And we’re going to have to kill him or figure out a way to stop him - or change his mind.”
“Now you’re thinking. We have to kill this fuckin’ guy. We do. You and me. Because little miss hueva over here.” Elena motioned toward Shellie. “Isn’t gonna last very long.”
“Ryan’s coming back, and he’s got one more to kill before he starts killing us ,” Elena said.
And at that moment, as the two women stared into each other’s eyes, the thought of dying – for the first time, began to become real.
CHAPTER TEN
EVER DO ANYTHING SHADY?
TEN. Entering the parking lot, Ryan made note of Ami’s car parked in the employee parking area. His heart began to race as he thought of her new hair color, and the tattoo that she had attempted to hide behind her hair. As he parked he turned down the music. Quietly, he closed his eyes, relaxed, and thought of what he may want to discuss with Ami. As he sat and relaxed, he began to think of his father and the advice he received from him as a child.
“You’ll never amount to anything but a pile of worthless shit, do you understand me?” his father asked.
“Yes, Sir,” the 11 year old Ryan responded.
“Repeat it,” his father demanded in a harsh tone.
Standing naked once again, Ryan began to whimper. He wanted to get dressed, go upstairs, and be with his mother. He didn’t want to repeat it. When he repeated it, he felt as if he would never be like the other kids. Often, he wondered how long he’d actually live before his father killed him. He was certain his father wanted to, only time and his father’s patience preventing it from happening.
“If I have to ask you one more time,” his father paused and reached into his pants pocket.
“I am a worthless pile of fat shit. I will always be worthless. I will never amount to anything,” Ryan said as he fought back the tears.
“Again,” his father demanded.
Ryan lowered his shoulders and looked at the floor. “I am a worthless pile of fat shit. I will never be…I mean I will never amount to anything. I will always be worthless.”
“When you slump, it’s apparent just how fat you really are. Again,” his father demanded as he circled Ryan.
“I am a worthless pile.” Ryan paused and began to cry. He reached up and wiped his eyes.
He bit his bottom lip, stopped crying, and began to speak again. “…of fat shit. I will always be worthless.”
Eleven, naked, hungry, tired, and humiliated, Ryan looked at the floor and cried.
“Oh Christ, Ryan. You think if you cry that God can hear you? God doesn’t listen to fat kids. God is so fucking ashamed of you. You create problems for God because you even exist on his earth. God is beyond ashamed of your disgusting fat little ass. God fucking hates you. Do you have any fucking idea how I know that?” his father barked.
His bottom lip quivering, Ryan fought back tears as he responded. “No, Sir.”
Daily, Ryan wished God would listen. He
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